Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Korea North and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Y Pants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Tremeloes,
cv313,
Kurtis Blow,
Inner City,
The Star Department,
David McCallum,
Interpol,
Cheater Slicks,
The New Christs,
Sparks,
Cal Tjader,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Hood,
Scientists,
Max Romeo,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerri Chandler,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Bourne,
Jawbox,
Niagra,
The Saints,
DJ Sneak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brand Nubian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ossler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Cale,
Aswad,
Aural Exciters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grey Daturas,
Sister Nancy,
Nik Kershaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Smog,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
Carl Craig,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barry Ungar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Style,
Prince Buster,
Minor Threat,
T.S.O.L.,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.